Bianca paid off the taxi driver before turning to the door to Krystal's restaurant. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves.

She had spent a sleepless night thinking about her conversation with Marissa and the many ways it could all go horribly wrong. It was time to tell Marissa everything. No more edits and omissions, she deserved the truth! And if she didn't still feel the same way…?

Bianca shook her head to try and banish the doubt that had haunted her all night. The fear that maybe Marissa didn't still love her – but of course she did… of course she did!

Last night she kept touching her and taking her hand. Marissa had always been tactile with everyone; that had been what had confused and frustrated Bianca so much when she first realised her attraction to her. Maybe the alcohol made her loosen up more but Bianca was sure the spark was still there. All she had to do was help Marissa understand what it was they were really feeling for each other – Simple…ish!

Bianca took another deep breath and pushed open the door; negotiating the doorway on her crutches.

There was no sign of Marissa but Krystal was working behind the bar.

"Is Marissa working today." asked Bianca, a bright, if a little nervous, smile in her face.

Krystal turned and narrowed her eyes angrily.

"What the hell happened last night?"

"What do you mean?" exclaimed Bianca, leaning back from the onslaught.

"I mean – What the hell happened last night!" said Krystal again, "What the hell did you say to her?"

"N-nothing!" stammered Bianca; she hated to be yelled at, especially so unexpectedly. "What has happened? Where is Marissa?"

"She left!"

"What?"

"She moved out. First thing this morning she put all her things in a bag and walked out without a word. She's gone back to JR."

"No! She wouldn't ever do that!"

"She's moved into the mansion and you know why I know that! She told Dixie – Dixie – she's not speaking to her own mother, but she confides in that woman…"

Bianca felt like her heart was breaking. Of all the ways she had seen this going wrong this scenario never once crossed her mind.

"But why would she do that?" she asked confused. "All we did last night was sing Karaoke. I know she was a little drunk – but so was almost everyone – and nothing happened."

Krystal was still glaring at Bianca, but there was sorrow there as well.

"Do you think she was running away from… you know… you?"

The question stung.

"No. She was fine. She seemed so comfortable around me." said Bianca with a smile as she remembered last night. "I was going to tell her everything today. She was still so infuriating oblivious of it all and Kendall was laying it on thick."

"Well something happened." said Krystal flatly.

"I need to talk to her." said Bianca, a desperate tinge to her voice.

She rummaged in her handbag for her phone. She called Marissa and held the phone to her ear and listened for the rings…

She got a busy signal.

She tried again… and again… still busy.

Had Marissa turned off her phone?

There was nothing else to do but go to the Chandler Mansion and find out what had happened.

…

The taxi was stopped at the main gates. Bianca called over the intercom to ask to see Marissa.

The person who answered was JR Chandler.

"I'm afraid you've had a wasted journey, Bianca. Marissa doesn't want to see anyone - especially not you!"

"What happened to her, what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing's wrong now." said JR, she could hear the smirk in his voice. "I just showed her who you really are!"

"JR I need to see her!" Bianca cried. What had happened?

"No." said JR coldly. "You need to leave and never come back!"

…